Friday, January 24, 2014

Fascicle of Amity: 8

Hank lives out of Amherstwhere Suzanne keeps Samgrowing. Hank does odd jobsin town, drinks beer with me,we talk Margaret Atwood’spoetry. Their rented mansionhovers above a tobacco field.Suzanne is dying of cancer.Sam doesn’t know, Hanks sayshe's too young to weep.I could never live to die there,but I admire one who did, the angel recluse bornwithout wings, long gone.Suzanne dies, Sam grows fullof music, Hank writes poetry,works with it incessantly,knowing art is to be perfectedto become art. No one believesthis, and I remember onlywild nights with resurrectionafter the horses rode me.(24 January 2014)copyright 2014 by Floyce Alexander